Goodnight Girl

soft music, slow dancing,

sweet wine, mind games
brown eyes, blue eyes
masked emotions, repressed passion.

a night

of quiet

solitude

spent alone

lying

half- naked

on a beach

in Cozumel

feeling the sand

against my skin

- cold, sharp but soothing.

my gaze

drifted

into the night sky

as my mind

wandered

into the cool

night air…

somewhere

along

the coast

off

Playa del Carmen

in a cottage

by the sea

a lovely

señorita

with stars

in her eyes

is playing

her old guitar.

the sad

strains

pricking

my weary

heart

stirring

old feelings

to crawl

deep

into my

being

making my

spirit

weak

lulling

my tired

eyes

to sleep

from

the unexplained

power of the

sweet

haunting

lullaby.

the deceptive

peace

was broken

by the shrieks of

the night birds

flying

over

from their

lofty

sanctuary

nearby

as if

reminding me

not to

fall

under

her spell

again.

her music

is drowned

by the howling

of the wind,

her face

slowly fading

into the darkness

my illusions

trampled

by the waves

crashing

into the

battered shore.

a night of quiet solitude…

...

dark, cold, quiet
night
mesmerized
by
snow flurries...
like
little
white flowers
cast by the wind, floating on air
flirting
with
my
window pane

photo credit: npthompson/google images

Out of the night...

been lazy for eons now. too rotten to write. blame it on the winter blues. but spring is on the horizon. the fields will be green and full of blooms soon...



The late Sir Alan Arthur Bates, CBE reciting one of my favorite poems-- William Ernest Henley's Invictus in this old UBS commercial reignited my appreciation of the beauty of poetry.


Sir Allan Bates performs Invictus by William Ernest Henley... by leafantine

Rebecca

Tears could not wash the pain inside of me

I stand in silence

While you lay in your bed

So pale

So weak

So battered

So fragile

Hope springs eternal they say

But you’ve given up the fight

a long time ago

I know

You’ve accepted your fate with

Dignity

I thought I died more than once

While standing alone inside that

Cold cold quiet room

As you close your eyes

And took your last breath

Goodbye, dear friend.
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Autumn

It’s the best time of the year, they say.
Far different from the tropics where I used to play
And it is just a matter of time before I will finally
Realize the beauty that will unfold before my eyes.

They say that it is the time of year that I will remember forever
Where the birds will fly carefree in the azure sky
And warm my heart with their haunting lullabies.

They say that summer is good but fall is better
The weather’s fine and the colors are amazing
And my life will be a-ok and I will be happy

Deep in my mind,
I almost believed them
Had it not been for one lingering question-

Why does my heart feel blue
In Autumn
When the leaves are turning bright red, orange and yellow?

Historical Amnesia

You look in the attic
For the things that were lost and forgotten
Mementos of the past
Swept in the dustbin of history

Toy soldiers falling one by one
Memories exploding apart
Bodies mired in the sand

A child’s play for one
Terror and suffering
plague the whole mankind

Lest we forget,
The lessons of the past
And be eternally damned.



12.15.2002